feel it slowly creep deep again.
then slowly bleed away.
how it loses its significance in an instant.
tragic heterogenous phases.


blank bus rides.
nothing to think about.
no adventure to toy with emotions.
no challenge to dominate the mind.
plots unfold in here.
out there, still.
unprogressive.


i'm a leading man
and the lies i weave
are oh-so-intricate
bandwagon's full, please catch another.

perfection at 3:49 PM